It was unbearable.
He walked through to his drawing-room.

The furniture was sheeted, the room colder and lonelier a thousand-fold than the other;--on into the dining-room;--the bare table in the dim light looked like ice; the sideboard with its silver and glass, bore sheets of ice.

"Pshaw!" He turned up the lights.

He would take a drink of brandy and go to bed.
He took a decanter, poured out a drink and drained it off.

His hand trembled, but the stimulant helped him a little.